Thought is an endless game. External sources fuel it’s endless hallways of language, image and connotation – feeding my desire to dig into the unconventional sublime; a personal experience, a something, so subtle, that can amaze.
It is the beautiful in the ugly and the universal in the personal. It is the way I choose to see the world. A romantic state of mind. Representing not the overwhelming ocean view or the erupting volcano, but rather the self, the other and the surrounding.